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Delay not, Caesar. Read it instantly.
-- Shakespeare, "Julius Caesar" 3,1
Here is a letter, read it at your leisure.
-- Shakespeare, "Merchant of Venice" 5,1
[Quoted in "VMS Internals and Data Structures", V4.4, when
referring to I/O system services.]
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Linux Literature: 43 of 256 |
Delores breezed along the surface of her life like a flat stone forever
skipping along smooth water, rippling reality sporadically but oblivious
to it consistently, until she finally lost momentum, sank, and due to an
overdose of flouride as a child which caused her to suffer from chronic
apathy, doomed herself to lie forever on the floor of her life as useless
as an appendix and as lonely as a five-hundred pound barbell in a
steroid-free fitness center.
-- Winning sentence, 1990 Bulwer-Lytton bad fiction contest.
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Linux Literature: 44 of 256 |
Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you
nothing. It was here first.
-- Mark Twain
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Linux Literature: 45 of 256 |
"Elves and Dragons!" I says to him. "Cabbages and potatoes are better
for you and me."
-- J. R. R. Tolkien
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Linux Literature: 46 of 256 |
English literature's performing flea.
-- Sean O'Casey on P.G. Wodehouse
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Linux Literature: 47 of 256 |
Even the clearest and most perfect circumstantial evidence is likely to be at
fault, after all, and therefore ought to be received with great caution. Take
the case of any pencil, sharpened by any woman; if you have witnesses, you will
find she did it with a knife; but if you take simply the aspect of the pencil,
you will say that she did it with her teeth.
-- Mark Twain, "Pudd'nhead Wilson's Calendar"
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Linux Literature: 48 of 256 |
Every cloud engenders not a storm.
-- William Shakespeare, "Henry VI"
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Linux Literature: 49 of 256 |
Every why hath a wherefore.
-- William Shakespeare, "A Comedy of Errors"
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Extreme fear can neither fight nor fly.
-- William Shakespeare, "The Rape of Lucrece"
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Linux Literature: 51 of 256 |
F.S. Fitzgerald to Hemingway:
"Ernest, the rich are different from us."
Hemingway:
"Yes. They have more money."
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